You might just find yourself
Very much alone and
Without anyone to call so
If you’re unwilling to change then
I just want you to know that
No matter what I’ll be there
Waiting with myself
Waiting for your company
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A Chipper Monk
Chipmunk on the hillside.
Perhaps Spring greetings
or conversation with a friend.
Cat and Mouse
Two squirrel play
a fun little game of cat and mouse.
Both scurrying up the tree,
diving face first from branch to branch.
Like little cannons they shoot
back and forth between tree limbs.
One wagging it’s tail, the other
feigning ignorance, like two lovers
they quarrel, never knowing really
who’s cat, and who’s mouse.
Or what started all this in the first place.
Tell me a story
There’s a part of me
that see’s this all clearly
like a child standing in a crowd
there’s really only one way out.
What is it that you see
it’s fine to disagree
why if the world’s mine oyster please
forgive me for the lack of belief.
I had this faith in you
I thought you had it too
how many smiles does it take to show
the unhappiness we grew to know.
Do you take this hand
would you understand
lighting matches just to prove you could
did it ever do you any good?
Tell me a story, one without love, cause it’s taken me for granted so many times—enough.
There’s a part of you
engrained in me now
I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit
it’s a piece I won’t ever regret.
So what’s the point of these prose
and insecurity poems
like a fish needs water to breathe
I guess it really isn’t up to me.
If this is just a passing feeling
I’ll agree to disagree then
watch the sun rise and fall once more
a couple hours then I’ll start the chore.
You see I know my problems
it’s not up to you to solve them
if I go out the Hemingway
like Kerouac first I’ll have my say so
Tell me a story, one without love, cause I’ve taken you for granted so many times—c’mon.
Tell me a story, one without love, cause it’s taken me for granted so many times—enough.
alone and warm and aware
The sun is warm on my face
grey shadow upon wood grain
stuck somewhere between
sympathy and harmony
with the universe
and where a headache should be
there is none
and where a heart should be
there is stone
and where I should be
there is shadow
alone and warm and aware
cast too across wood grain with
the closing doors of another work shift.
semi colons &
It was raining cats and dogs
when she spoke in
semi colons &
claustrophobia.
I’m glad you’re here,
she said.
I told her that
I was glad that she was too.
So we continued our
run on sentences &
admiration a while longer
before settling on goodbye.
It had stopped raining
and the sun was coming out.
As for the cats and dogs
they lay sleeping sound.
Rapid Eye Movement
You are an embarrassment
he said while picking my pockets
vacant I stared idle
in an undisclosed location
Danielle sat next to me
tenderly stroking the inside flesh
of my arm although
we’d only spoken a handful of times
back in grade school, he said again
Nobody likes you, you know
So I just agreed with him because
her fingers felt like grasshopper wings
fluttering through my mind, he
looked a deep sorrow longer
and that’s where he began to cry
I am sorry my friend, I said while he
cradled me like a new born lamb
only I was much bigger than him
so by the end of it it was I who was
more so doing the cradling, then
as he disappeared effortlessly
Danielle and I sat a long while
next to one another, her hair
long dark and full of whispers
while the room filled with necessary strangers
Holding hands for a while she said,
you aren’t that bad you know
he just really loves you is the point
and then too disappeared into a sea of snakes
which I could not swim
while the couch turned to an island
I sat sipping from my cup
the bitter dark liquid I had earlier poured.
The morning
I’ve missed you
said the morning
to the man
at the top of the hill.
I’m so sorry
said the man
to the rising sun.
Don’t be sorry, be present
said the wind.
We’ve missed you, that’s all
said the trees.
And we’re glad that you are here
said the sun.
Thank you
said the man
at the top of the hill.
Now go
said the morning
there’s so much more for you to see.
So the man began
his descent into the valley
this time
with only his shadow trailing behind.
rand0m th0ught #118
don’t judge yourself by
the caliber of your company
but rather,
the caliber of conversation
shared with your company
petty thieves
as my head grows tired
wicked thoughts persist
my handkerchief’s been stolen
by Oliver Twist, such grueling times
though we both know,
more gruel for the youngster
the farther he’ll go,
and what petty crimes
the slip of the tongue
but why dear boy, do you continue to run?
I’ve asked you first, now answer
me? It’s for my health, and body you see,
nobody likes a little cunt
nobody cares for the likes of us
so hand it over, my handkerchief? No
my boy, you’re not a thief,
I knew that then, like I know now
your common and good
as good allows,
what I request, you cannot see
it grows within both you and me
those wicked thoughts, hand them over
my head’s now clear, fine and sober
and promise this, all right you first?
no this is not me at my worst,
so why don’t I? well why don’t you?
it’s yours to keep, yes that will do,
you’re right, perhaps I couldn’t see
the horror that in my defeat
is pure of heart, is yours is mine
both petty thieves in our own time
Words Of An Average White Male 